Endless Legacy (DC Comics)

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Dry spells are a hell of a drug.

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“Nngh, f-fuck!”

The dining table rocks as Lucien lifts her up and sits her down on it. Barbara, panting heavily, spreads her legs wide, giving him room to nestle between them even as she grabs his face with both hands and pulls him in for some more kissing. Yes, more kissing.

Things have… escalated quite rapidly. Admittedly, that’s at least partially her fault. She’d fully intended to take things slow tonight. No, rather, she hadn’t gone in with any intentions of anything sexual happening at all. Or at least, that was the lie she’d told herself. A lie so convincing, she’d apparently even managed to fool Bruce into thinking that she could be trusted with this responsibility.

Barbara groans and arches her spine, tilting her head back as Lucien’s lips trail down from her lips, along her jawline and finally across her neck. Her nipples are rock hard through her shirt, even as her breasts are crushed against his chest. Her core is white-hot down between her thighs, even as she grinds against Lucien’s crotch.

It’s been a long time. A dry spell measured in years. Fuck, her paralysis meant that not even masturbation was doing it for her. And the truth was… ever since Lucien healed her, ever since she got back on her feet (literally), Barbara has been feeling a certain sort of way. She’s thrown herself into her work to try and ignore it, of course. And for a little while, her libido was tempered by her body’s weakness. She was still getting her strength back.

But those calorie pills Lucien had her take after the healing had done their work and so had Barbara’s own efforts to get herself back in shape as quickly as possible. Daily workouts, an all-new exercise regimen, and a very protein-heavy diet. Her body almost seemed to want to get back to tip top shape as much as she herself did. After years of having a broken down shell of a body where half of it simply couldn’t hear her commands because of the spinal injury, Barbara was finally one hundred percent again.

… That said, she had a lot of adrenaline pumping through her at most times of the day. And after so many years involuntarily celibate, her body finally realized it could not only HAVE sex again but would enjoy having sex again. It was all hitting her at once and… frankly, her options were kind of slim for who to scratch her itch.

Of course, if Bruce could see her right now, he would likely say something like ‘control yourself’ or ‘literally anyone would be a better option than Lex Luthor’s bastard son’. But… he wasn’t here right now. And Barbara needed this. Fuck, she needed this more than even she had known.

It had been her who initiated, but Lucien was giving as good as he got in all fairness. In one swift motion, Barbara had pulled him close, pressing her lips against his in a passionate, hungry kiss. But even as her tongue eagerly explored Lucien’s mouth, her hands roaming over his firm chest and muscular arms… he hadn’t been idle either. His own hands had slid along her body, moving to her toned ass to grope and squeeze it deliciously.

That had led them to here and now, with Barbara on the edge of the dining table… and on edge in another way as well. Their clothes were still on and she was already close to climaxing, just from this much. Her body was so overly sensitive it wasn’t even funny. Frankly, she’d think that Lucien had done something to her when he’d originally healed her, but Barbara had done her research and performed all of the relevant tests. This… this was all her. This was her body reacting to the inevitable end of a very long dry spell.

She knows she should put a stop to this… she knows this is the height of irresponsible behavior. But Barbara can’t bring herself to care. She wraps her legs around Lucien’s waist, pulling him all the closer as he grinds into her. Electric jolts of pleasure shoot through her body at the delicious friction. However, at the same time she doesn’t want to cum too soon. That would be embarrassing. At the very least, they shouldn’t be clothed.

Reaching down, she grabs the hem of Lucien’s shirt and begins pulling it up, sliding her fingers across his chiseled body directly in the process. Logically, Barbara knew that his body was a product of his power. He hadn’t worked for it in the same way those of the Bat Family had, for instance.

But on an emotional, biological level, Barbara didn’t give a shit. Her hindbrain was telling her ‘male strong, good mate’ and while she wasn’t certain about making this a permanent affair, she agreed with her emotional side far more than her logical side right now. She needed this… and Lucien seemed to be more than willing.

He helps her get his shirt off, and then since she initiated this level of contact too, he helps her take her shirt and bra off as well. Before Barbara knows it, there’s a hand fondling and groping and squeezing one of her breasts… and doing a damn good job of it too. Despite her ironclad willpower, she’s closer to cumming in her damn panties than ever before.

Taking her hands off of Lucien entirely, Barbara reaches down and begins working open her jeans. Thankfully, Lucien takes the nonverbal suggestion for what it is. He pulls away from her and does the same on his end. This gives Barbara not only the time to remove her jeans and underwear, but also the time to cool down just a little bit, though her nipples are still standing on end and her face is no doubt bright red given how hot she currently feels.

As soon as she’s naked, Barbara hops back up onto the dining table. Thankfully it’s not a cheap one. It doesn’t even creak under her weight as she spreads her legs wide in open, silent invitation. Lucien steps forward, his rock hard cock in hand now, equally silent as he moves back into position.

But just because they aren’t talking to each other doesn’t mean there isn’t a spark. No, rather… it’s more of a blazing inferno at this point, at least for Barbara. Lucien’s gaze is smoldering as he presses his member against her slit. For the first time in years, Barbara feels something real and alive down there. Her breath hitches, her self-control fraying… but she holds back the climax that threatens to rip through her all the same.

Panting with need and anticipation, Barbara leans back on her elbows, gazing up at Lucien with passion-glazed eyes. Her chest heaves, her breasts moving up and down. Finally, she speaks.

“D-Do it… give it to me.”

In the face of such an order… Lucien doesn’t hesitate. Barbara cries out in ecstasy as his thick, hard shaft penetrates her right then and there. He stretches out her walls so deliciously that in the end, she doesn’t last beyond the first thrust. The climax she’s been holding back all this time rips and tears through her at breakneck speeds, making her have to come up off of her elbows and cling to Lucien for dear life as her body shakes and spasms in reaction to the orgasm.

To his credit, Lucien doesn’t stop or comment on her disgraceful display. No jokes about her being too fast. Not even a derisive snort. If anything… her orgasm seems to spur him on harder. It’s been so long since she’d had a man inside of her, but even Barbara’s faded sexual experiences from before Joker shot her in the spine can’t compare to this. None of the men she’s slept with before now can compare to Lucien’s size or technique. Nor can they live up to the pleasure he brings her. Pleasure that crashes over her in overwhelming waves, threatening to drag her under the surface and never let her go.

Barbara grunts and groans and moans, but only when Lucien slows down does she break her silence, the words spilling out of her lips before she can rethink them.

“F-Fuck… fuck, don’t stop!”

Her hips rise to meet his powerful thrusts as he picks up speed again. She’s desperate for more and he’s happy to give it to her, thankfully. She can take it. She can handle it. And if she can’t… well, the one who healed her in the first place is the one currently buried inside of her sopping wet cunt, isn’t he?

The obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echo through the apartment, mingling with their loud moans and groans. Barbara’s head tosses back and from side to side as she loses herself in the throes of ecstasy for… a long time. That first orgasm might have come fast, but it’s not the last one… not by a long shot. Instead, it’s followed up by many, many more, each more earth-shattering than the last as Lucien fucks her silly right there on her own damn dining table.

Barbara can’t get enough, but then to be fair… it was like being touch starved in a way. She’d definitely not been celibate before finding herself confined to a wheelchair. She wasn’t a slut or anything like that, but when you did the things they did, having multiple coping methods and numerous ways to blow off steam was important. No Strings Attached Sex was just another tool in their arsenal, really.

And she hadn’t had access to that tool in way, way too long.@@novelbin@@

Another orgasm ripples through her, Barbara’s whole-ass body quaking with the force of her climaxes. Wave after wave of mind-blowing pleasure crashes over her again and again. Her inner walls clamp down rhythmically around Lucien’s throbbing shaft as he pistons in and out of her, trying desperately to milk him for all he’s worth.

As her hips buck wildly to meet his thrusts, Barbara doesn’t fail to notice them getting increasingly erratic. She can tell that he’s getting closer and closer. His pelvis grinds against her clit with each deep, powerful plunge, sending bolts of lightning through her body in the process.

Making eye contact as she shudders her way through yet another orgasm, Barbara wets her lips with her tongue.

“No… kids. Yeah?”

Lucien nods and she chooses to trust him. Leaving her knocked up wouldn’t exactly be in his best interest either, after all. Wrapping her legs around his waist tightly, she groans and loses herself in the pleasure once more. He fucks her and fucks her, until suddenly… he hilts himself fully inside of her and stills. His cock twitches and pulses for a moment until Barbara finally feels it.

The first hot spurt of his release paints her insides and despite Barbara knowing it was coming… it triggers the most explosive orgasm yet. Her vision whites out for a moment and she comes undone with a wordless open-mouthed scream. Her body convulses violently against Lucien’s and the two of them cling to each other desperately as they ride out their shared peak. Barbara’s heart pounds powerfully in her ear even after it’s done too.

Though, even once Lucien is done cumming inside of her, she’s still shaking and shuddering, her legs spasming and her toes curling for a moment longer. Until finally, she goes limp against his chest, breathing heavily and slowly sucking in deep lungfuls of chest as her heart stops pounding quite so harshly.

CLAP! CLAP!

“Eep!”

Only to let out a rather undignified squeak, her heart racing all over again when Lucien suddenly brings his hands down on the underside of both her thighs, squeezing the incredibly sensitive flesh meaningfully. When Barbara gives him a scandalized, put-upon look, Lucien just grins wickedly.

“Sorry. Just checking to make sure you could still feel them.”

It takes a second for her to process the joke. It takes her another second to get over the audacity of this man. But after that… she laughs. How can she not? Sure, if she was anyone with a weaker mind, she might have been horribly offended by such a thing. But Barbara had long since learned to joke about her disability, and that was before it was completely cured out from under her.

Stretching her legs, curling her toes, she gives Lucien a rueful if tired smile.

“They’re fine. Might be a little bit wobbly once you let me down off the table though.”

Lucien hums and tilts his head to the side. Suddenly, Barbara feels something surge through her and it’s not his cock, which is both still hard and still buried in her cunt. No… it’s energy of a sort. All of a sudden, she feels refreshed. Completely and totally refreshed. The sweat on her brow and the sticky sensation inside of her is the only signs left that she’d just had hardcore sex on her dining table with a man she was supposed to be investigating.

“Well… no need to let you down unless we’re completely done, right? We could always continue this… in the bedroom.”

Abruptly, Lucien lifts her up off the table. Barbara yelps, but clings to him instinctively all the same. Her arms wrap around his neck, her legs wrap around his waist and she holds herself to him even as she considers his words. He pauses for a moment, clearly giving her a chance to say no… but in the end, she just nods and buries her face in the crook of his neck. In for a penny… in for a pounding. That was the way the saying went, right?

Grunting, Lucien turns and begins walking them to her bed. Bouncing her on his cock every step of the way and making her squeak, mewl, and moan all the while. G-God she was starting to feel like she was in over her head here…

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Hours later, Barbara knows she’s in over her head. Laying on her back staring up at the ceiling with Lucien laid out beside her, the red head bites her lower lip. She feels amazing to be fair… but damn if tonight hadn’t gone thoroughly off the rails. The plan had been to coax some confessions out of Lucien through dinner and a movie. Home cooked Italian, plus a cheesy romance in her living room.

Maybe, just maybe, things might have progressed in a sexual fashion thanks to the romance movie. But really, the point of all of this was to get Lucien to let his defenses down. Instead, Barbara was the one who’d had her defenses blown wide open. What was she supposed to do now? Sure, Pillow Talk was a thing… but was Lucien even remotely vulnerable to her line of questioning? Or was she just setting herself up for humiliation?

[ ] Abort her plans of questioning him and just enjoy the moment for what it is - 11%

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